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I have officially joined X! As I'm trying to get more eyes on my work and also because I am slightly concerned I might be shadowbanned on Tumblr. Please consider liking this post if you see it! Either way, I have emailed Tumblr support just in case! Here's my X account too: https://x.com/BellasMumbles where NSFW versions of art shall be as well! Art by @drawinglinestoconstellations
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🩸 Announcing: Astarion’s Thirst Collection! 🩸
Calling all Astarion fans! If you've been waiting for a place to showcase (or enjoy) thirst for our favorite vampire in both his ascended and unascended forms, I've created the Astarion’s Thirst collection on AO3. 😈 Whether it’s sensual, dark, explicit, or anywhere in between, this collection is for those of us who appreciate the steamy and seductive sides of Astarion! 💋
🔞 Details:
Mature and Explicit works are welcome!
Sensual works, dark romance, dubious consent, and kinks are all accepted (just make sure to tag properly).
OC x Astarion, Tav x Astarion, or even solo explorations of Astarion's thirst—all ships welcome! 🍷
Exploitative content on Astarion’s trauma might not fit, so contact me if you're unsure.
📌 Ascended or unascended, both are welcome! Join here and DM me if you have questions. If you are interested in having your work added to this collection, please feel free to just add yourself! I might also request invitations of works I think would be great but let me know what you guys think! Please consider reblogging to get the word out! Update: Ao3 guide on how to add your work to this collection!
To add your own work to someone else's collection:
Select the "Edit" button from the work's page, and scroll down to the "Associations" section.
Enter the collection name in the "Post to Collections / Challenges" field. You can start entering the collection's name, and the autocomplete list will populate with collections you can choose from. You can add the same work to multiple collections. For us its Astarion Thirst (Astarion_Thirst). It might take a bit of loading but it will show up (Yes, there is no 's)
Select "Post" to apply your changes.
If the collection is unmoderated or you're a member of the collection, your work will be immediately added to it. (Thats us!)
Thank you! Astarion Thirst is now the Largest AO3 Collection specific for our Vampire
This is a huge thank you to the community for rocking the shit out in 2 days!!! To get this collection to nearly 108 Collected works and nearly 60 bookmarks! Bookmarks were *recommended to me by people contacting me to add certain fics, or notify their authors*! Its amazing how much there is out there I have never seen and now, we have a place where everyone can go to, to check it out.
Also I will begin featuring fics on my blog on tumblr every other Sunday! first one coming tomorrow. These will be *completely at random* irrespective of size or following. Please check out the collection and read to your hearts content
Watch this space in the future with this banner for recommended fics from our collection. -Bella (Collection Curator)
🩸 Astarion’s Thirst Collection: Featured Works! 🩸
Welcome to the Astarion’s Thirst Collection spotlight, where we randomly feature incredible works that have been added to the collection or bookmarked by recommendation. No duplicate works, as we aim to highlight authors of all kinds within this community and multiple fics! Whether your story is part of the collection or has been recommended, if you see your work here, feel free to add it to the collection or reach out with any questions. Posting: Every Other Sunday
Catalogue Tags: AA: Ascended Astarion UA: Unascended Astarion
1. Forms of Imprisonment: @selunesdreams Read here Lore-heavy, great clear writer. I adore the focus on the slow burn, slow build, and the interplay between the two MCs. (UA) One Liner: Astarion searches the Waterdeep library for leads on a rumored daylight ring, only to become captivated by its overnight archivist.
2. Sweet Dreams, Darling: @deadly-diminuendo Read here Quick and dirty, yes some may take issue with this particular kink but we don't yuck other people's yums up in here. I do believe this is deliciously erotic. (UA) One Liner: An evening spent reading a racy romance novel awakens a fantasy you never knew you had. The thought of your sleeping body becoming a thing to be used for someone else's pleasure brings you an unexpected thrill.
3. Just to be Sure: @ghostfire Read here Short one, this. Kinky, blood kink and breeding kink. Need I say more? Well-written and cheeky. (UA) One Liner: "Ovulating all by yourself, beautiful?" meme.
4. I will never deserve you, but stay anyways: joy_no_killjoy Read here Longer and completed fic! This one is a lovely intimate exploration with smut, but I appreciated the unique take on an AA fic for this one. Softer AA, transformed. (AA) One Liner: As Xalena recovers from her near-death experience, she notices Astarion isn't quite the bloodthirsty tyrant she assumed he would become. Is it possible that the man she used to love is still there? A dangerous thought for a dangerous man.
5. Hunger is Satisfaction: CountTavula Read here Dubious consent and outright warnings apply! Darker descent for our AA here. Interesting take on the larger vampire world and the destiny of the Ascendant. (AA) One Liner: An explicit narrative exploring the Ascendant's all-consuming affections with a bit of angsty plot to tie it together.
Stay tuned for more random features from our beloved Astarion’s Thirst Collection! If you see your work and haven't added it to the collection, feel free to reach out or add it! 🖤
-Bella (Collection Curator)
Over the past 20 years you’ve noticed a change in the streets of the UK, once empty streets now bustling with life and energy. You think to yourself, how could so much have changed in such a short time? You look up at the gigantic corporative buildings and notice the bulky frame of an Arabic businessman towering over the crowds. White people are worthless pawns in an Islamic game.
The Anatomy Lesson
Howard normally dreaded the part of the day he'd have to spend in Mr. Kent's class. As the school's "physical education" teacher, time with Mr. Kent usually meant one thing: "gym class."
Fat and effeminate, Howard would naturally be the target of bullying from other the other boys his age — even at 18 years old, many of them still acted like children, after all. Perhaps that's something he could have dealt with. But the relentless taunting he received from Mr. Kent was on a different level.
It seemed every day Mr. Kent would single out Howard, either for his more-than-average weight, his less-than-masculine mannerisms, or a combination of the two.
Today, however, Howard was feeling very different about having Mr. Kent for second period. It wasn't just that this was a "classroom day" -- one of the rare times the meathead Mr. Kent had to pretend to be able to teach "health studies." Rather, it was that Howard had a feeling he'd finally figured out how to test the project he'd been working on for psych class.
Howard made sure to be the first one in the classroom that day, scoping out the best place to sit. Where his normal tactic was sitting in the back to try to avoid Mr. Kent's notice as much as possible, today he knew he'd want to be near the centre of the action.
The classroom gradually filled up, with every student eventually finding a seat. A couple seemed surprised to see Howard sitting right in the middle of the second row, but no one was fazed beyond that. Instead, most students seemed more interested in the empty space at the front of the room, with Mr. Kent normally being there well before the class began.
As the minutes ticked by, Howard began to worry that maybe he would not be getting what he had hoped for. He knew Mr. Kent had seen the hypnosis videos -- his IP address was all over the site he'd anonymously sent to the buff blockhead last night -- but perhaps the effect had not been what Howard had expected...? Mind control was tricking business, after all. Maybe Mr. Kent was still snoozing away in the "deep sleep" of a trance he must have entered into...
The high school senior let out a sigh of relief when the physical education teacher walked into the classroom, seeming like he was in a bit of a daze.
"Sorry I'm late," Mr. Kent said as the room of teenage boys quieted down and he took his place front and centre of the classroom. "As you all know," he began, mostly sounding and acting like he normally did (a certain vacancy in his eyes only visible to someone who knew to look for it). "We're supposed to have our human anatomy lesson with a model to demonstrate today."
This was, of course, completely untrue. The anatomy lesson, in reality, tended to consist of little more than a series of slides and some worksheets to fill in. But Mr. Kent spoke with such certainty, everyone in the class just accepted that this must have been something they'd already been told and which they'd simply forgotten about.
"Unfortunately, I was just informed our model has the flu," Mr. Kent said matter-of-factly. "But, thankfully, Principal Shaw has authorized an alternative."
Without missing a beat, Mr. Kent peeled off his shirt and casually threw it aside, revealing an impressive physique. With his clothes on, it was clear that Mr. Kent was a muscular man, but the details were always left to the imagination. Now, with bulging biceps, plump pectorals, and rippling abs on full display, it was apparent that whatever this man lacked between his ears was more than made up for with the body he possessed.
Acting as though his behaviour was not out of the ordinary at all, the physical education teacher undid his pants as he continued to speak normally. "Since I'll be the model today," he said plainly as he began pulling down his waistband and fully exposing himself to his class, "I'll need someone to walk us through the lesson plan."
Casually, he stepped out of his trousers and adjusted his ample package like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. "Howard, since you're the only honours student in the class, I'd like you to do that, please."
"Sure thing, Mr. Kent," Howard said, grinning widely as he got to his feet and made his way to the front of the class.
This bastard had spent years making fun of Howard's body. If it wasn't his rolls of fat, it was his limp wrists. If it wasn't how winded he got, it was his lisp when he spoke. In other words, he'd made Howard a laughing stock because of the body he moved around the world in.
Turnabout was fair play, right?
So far, no one in the class was objecting, so Howard figured he'd start out slow and gradually ramp things up. He didn't want to spook anyone and end things before they even got started.
A few muscle groups explained, a few poses from his puppet -- and Mr. Kent would gradually get an erection all the while. If the exhibitionist display on its own wasn't enough to have the class thinking Mr. Kent was a bit of a pervert, the pre-cum that would soon be oozing out of his rock-hard and throbbing cock any time Howard touched him during the lesson would send that message much more clearly. Eventually, the bare-ass beefcake would be blissfully blowing his load from his totally-untouched cock when the hands-on portion for the "buttocks and anal region" began.
Still, they were not there yet. Before any of that could get underway, Howard had a very important instruction for the class.
"No notes today, guys," he said cheerfully, looking around the room before returning his gaze to his totally-exposed tormentor standing next to him without a clue about what was really going on. "I'll need your full attention on Mr. Kent, so feel free to pull out your phones and record if you think you'll want to refer back to this later."
Based on the hungry look a few guys in the room had on their faces, Howard knew many of them would be "referring back" to this often. Still others, he was sure, would waste no time spreading the footage around, ensuring everyone got to enjoy Mr. Kent's anatomy as much as they did.
Howard was looking forward to Mr. Kent himself seeing the footage tomorrow and realizing that stripping, posing, and spewing buckets of cum in front of his students was not some bizarre nightmare he'd had the night before. Instead, it was just the first of many new lessons he'd be learning thanks to one student he'd made such an impression on...
Ricky had absolutely no idea why he'd stripped completely and totally naked when his roommate Ian had told him to. Normally, he would have told the fruitcake he reluctantly shared an apartment with to fuck off with his faggy fantasies unless he wanted to be eating a knuckle sandwich for his next meal.
Something had changed, though. Ever since Ian had shown him that strange video -- what had that even been, anyway? what were all those odd colours, shapes, and sounds? -- there was something about Ian's voice that made it impossible for Ricky to do anything other than exactly whatever the scrawny little poof told him to.
Just stripping down in front of him was humiliating enough on its own. Ian -- dressed like he had somewhere important to be -- had regarded Ricky with an almost clinical gaze as the beefy bodybuilder had peeled off each article of clothing, making him feel significantly more vulnerable and exposed than he did when undressing in the locker room or getting naked with a sexual partner.
But that was far from the end of what Ian was going to order his homophobic roommate to do for him. Before the bare-ass beefcake had even had a second to process what he'd just done, Ian handed Ricky a bottle and issued a simple command: "oil up."
"Heh, okay, come on, bro, you've had your fun," Ricky said nervously, trying to act like this was not freaking him out as much as it was. Despite his profound desire to escape this situation, he was nevertheless doing exactly as he was told, starting by rubbing the baby oil all over his meaty pectorals as Ian looked on hungrily.
"Don't stop there," Ian said, ignoring Ricky's words, openly objectifying him by paying attention only to his body. "Make sure to get plenty on your abs and biceps, too."
"Right... cool, but... uh, this is probably enough of this shit now, right?" Ricky asked with the same nervousness in his voice as -- despite himself -- he applied more baby oil to his well-muscled flesh.
"Dick too," Ian said plainly, gesturing to the nether regions where he wanted Ricky to continue oiling himself up.
"Fuck, come on, Ian," Ricky pleaded as he applied the slick substance to his crotch. "I know I was a jerk, but don't you think whatever you're doing has gone far enough now?"
"Arms above your head," Ian stated, again ignoring Ricky's words in favour of his body alone. As the burly bodybuilder lifted his arms, Ian circled around him, evaluating him like a piece of meat for purchase instead of a person he shared an apartment with.
When the slender, smaller man had finished his walk around the Greek god currently displaying himself like a cheap whore for sale, he finally looked Ricky in the face. The beefy meathead's hope for a response to his plaintiff pleas for mercy were dashed when Ian's next command came: "No more talking, got it?"
While not an order that came with a physical action like the others had, Ricky felt his body obeying, his tongue choosing a position to rest in and his jaw clenching shut ever-so-slightly.
"And to answer your question," Ian began, studying Ricky's oiled-up physique as he spoke. "I've barely gotten started."
Ricky swallowed hard as a vindictive expression came over Ian's face.
"You think I don't know the shit you get up to?" he said, contempt in his voice. "Date-raping all those girls you bring home?!" Ian spat. "Acting like a goddamn neo-Nazi at all those fucking far right rallies?!" he continued. His eyes narrowed and his voice went ice cold as he concluded: "Beating the shit out of my best friend and his boyfriend for holding hands in public?"
Ricky felt his stomach drop. Ian knew. Ian knew all of it. And, thanks to whatever impossible trick he had used to put Ricky into his current state, Ian was going to make sure that this malicious macho man learned an important lesson: karma's a bitch.
Ricky jumped when a knock came suddenly at the door to their apartment.
Ian glanced at his wristwatch, a sly grin forming on his face. "Looks like some of my guests must be early," he said simply.
Ricky, unable to speak, pleaded with his eyes, knowing he deserved no mercy but still praying that he might receive it.
"Not to worry, though. It won't take me long to set things up for the party..." Ian said, reaching down to start pulling items out of a sack that had been sitting at his feet. Calmly and methodically, he set the first few items down on the table in front of him: a leather flogger, shark-tooth nipple clamps, a full-sized wooden frat paddle, and a spiked chastity cage.
Ricky didn't know what mortified him more: the torture devices Ian had just spread out on the table, or the fact that the bag that these BDSM nightmares had come from still appeared to be three-quarters full.
A knock came at the door once more, this time louder and more insistent.
"Well, don't just stand there," Ian said to the white-as-a-sheet Ricky as he began to dig in the sack once more. "Be a good boy and let our guests in."
Dreading what would come next (answering the door -- naked, oiled up, and on full display -- to a couple of fags who loved his muscles and hated his guts) and what would come after (a night -- or more -- of sadistic sexual torment from every last homo Ian knew), Ricky still had to do as he was commanded.
As he turned the handle to let the first of Ian's guests inside, he heard his new master call out with words that told him things were only going to get worse from here on out: "Come on in, guys! The party's just getting started..."
Finding himself on his back, legs spread wide open, and about to take a third load from the man who was pummelling his hole like there was no tomorrow, it was hard to believe that Henry was supposed to be getting married to a member of the opposite sex this weekend.
Worse yet, the man who seemed intent on shooting his next load as deep into Henry's guts as possible was his fiancée's gay younger brother.
This wasn't the way things were supposed to go. Henry was supposed to marry a nice girl, settle down, get a little place in the suburbs and raise 2.5 kids while their dog ran around in a yard surrounded by a white picket fence.
But somehow, one thing had led to another when Greg was the only one left at his bachelor party...
Before he knew it, Henry started flirting back.
Before he knew it, Henry leaned in for a kiss.
Before he knew it, Henry was down on his knees.
Before he knew it, Henry was on his back with nine thick inches of cock splitting the formerly "straight" stud in two.
Looking up in wonder at the man who was supposed to be his brother-in-law, Henry knew he'd have to call the wedding off. After all, he could only see one future for himself now and it didn't involve any of the images of respectable manhood he'd previously envisioned.
Instead of being a husband, he'd be a whore.
Instead of being a father, he'd be a faggot.
Instead of being a dog-owner, he'd be the dog begging every real man for a bone for the rest of his days.
As Greg flooded Henry's insides with yet another massive load, the heretofore heterosexual felt his fiancée's younger brother's cum spilling out of his well-used man-cunt -- and every ounce of "manhood" he once pretended to have was leaking out alongside it...
Taboo (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dyFxO7A0W3 A pre-apocalyptic story about a young woman and her taboo relationship with her Dad's best friend. Merle Dixon is obviously this 'best friend'. This was an idea I had stuck in my head and had to get out. This is for 18+! There will be BDSM smut, violence, drug use, and Merle acting like Merle. I do not own the characters of Merle and Daryl Dixon. …
